Tag: Job

The roaring of the lion, and the voice of the fierce lion, and the teeth of the young lions, are broken. (JOB 4:10) quiet night is working, working cold turkey the little hairs on my legs stand up straitless my body is a stole mime body am I quite apiece a conductors wand- body in- variably masculine …

& Let um light (pointing) & Let the shadow belly of weather conflate there /many oaths long still forth we berate the edges of uncertainty halved to stair up his banister will The empire of arrangements Fill hymn The livings things put their shelves together Like moths Didn’t stint Any house has ramps up Lumps …

Would Earth have him would shelves to put him Root roots to chains of days that would Would make him Leaves, chimes – ching change for a he beetles in a bag for, Lord he flicks for, rents his sinews route Is there any taste in the white of an egg? Surely surely surely surely …

now There was a day now There was a day now There was a day there the murmuring was leaves turned red & flat & rent he, his goat feet towed leaves each hair read err he said from walking up and down on it / ate ft / he said from going to and fro …

“His substance also was seven thousand sheep, and three thousand camels, and five hundred yoke of oxen, and five hundred she asses, and a very great household; so that this man was the greatest of all the men of the east.”